Syn

[Elvenoff1]

Two agencies, multiple agents on the same side but different tables, one large crime syndicate called Syn, Can these agents get past their differences and their chain of command and survive the hellish torment of the underworld. Join and lets find out….

PM … To get the okay to join…

Name: Scott Nightland
Age: 32
Agency: CIA
Rank: Colonel


I winced as I miscalculated the temperature of the freshly made coffee that was placed before me by the waitress of the Durvue street Café. A place that I normally use when a day of relaxation is passed to me, however, I have that small voice whispering to me that this was about to change. My dark blue eyes automatically responded to this voice by scanning the small outside patio for anything or anyone that seemed out of place. It didn’t take long to spot the carrier, they always sent the new recruits to pass information to the agents and they always seemed to have that ego of nothing can hurt me for I’m a gov’t agent look upon their face and the way they’d walk. I just shook my head as the familiar blank vanilla case folder was handed to me hidden inside the just printed New York Times.

SYN.. I read the information that was provided to me and all seemed good until the orders specified that I would be working with other law enforcement agencies and their agents. I just chuckled at the images that popped into my head of the egoistical FBI agent and the under trained H.S.A. agent. Sighing and feathering back the bangs of my raven colored hair I gathered up the file and newspaper and slowly made my way out leaving a handsome tip to the blonde waitress, that one day I will ask out.

The orders stated that the meeting of these agents would take place in a strange location, aboard a plane some thirty five thousand miles up. The plane would be leaving Dulles International in about four hours. So without further due I returned home and packed my bags and head out the door, I should be able to make the flight in time.

The plane was a personal jet without any markings except the FFA approval number posted in small print on the dorsal fin of the plane. Inside was a luxury interior of fine leather seats, a personal bar and several viewing screens, and to top it off, one large conference table. I took a empty seat and waited for the others to arrive.

 

[sensual_woman]

Name: Emily Rich
Age: 35
Agency: FBI
Rank: SSAC (Senior Special Agent in Charge)

Emily was recruited right out of college by the FBI. Somehow they found her, not the other way around. She supposed her study of terrorist and syndicated crime organizations got the attention of her professors and the fact she would never take no for an answer. She somehow managed to obtain the cell phone numbers of her professors and department heads and would call them at any given hour in order to resolve an untested theory she had. Seldom, if ever would she be wrong and the professors reluctantly had to agree with her analysis of cases she chose to involve herself in.

As with college, Emily finished at the top of her class at Quantico and was placed on the fast track due to her academic record and unflinching dedication to her studies.

Emily was assigned to a special unit within the FBI. Her responsibility was to review the analysis of field agents dealing with anything remotely related to syndicated crime or terrorist threats. It was Emily who delved through the mountains of intelligence and discovered a terrorist threat against the US. Relentless as she was, her warnings fell on deaf ears. She threatened to take her analysis to the CIA but was threatened with termination and possible prosecution if any FBI files were given to "the opposing team" as her superiors referred to them.

She sat with tears flowing down her cheeks as she watched the final tower tumble into the streets on that dreadful day in September. "I told you dammit, I fucking told you" she sobbed in between sobs.

Emily walked up the steps of chartered Lear jet. Her 5'6" frame was dressed in a cream colored skirt that reached 4 inches above her knee revealing sleek well tanned legs with a matching suit jacket. A white blouse finished her ensemble highlighting her blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair.

Emily scanned the interior of the jet for an empty seat away from the bar and the window. She was here to work, not drink or take in the view of the landscape below once they were in the air. She settled into a comfortable leather seat and immediately switched on her bluetooth and powered up her laptop, totally oblivious to the gentleman seated 10 feet away from her.

 

[Elvenoff1]

One more day before moving on... Need agents..

 

[Fiana]

私は彼のペットをしています。

Name: Kairei
Age: 25
Agency: CIA
Rank: Sleeper Agent

_____________________

How the young Asian woman became a part of the CIA was a mystery to most. Kairai barely stood at five feet tall, her eyes as black as night. Her skin had that milky smoothness that should have only belonged to young girls. She wore the strangest of outfits, meaning they never matched and always appeared to be lost in her own mind. In fact, she never responded to anything or anyone. And she had that abnormal collar around her neck giving out her current address and who she lived with.

Really, she was more like a dog than a human being.

Still, one had to admit she had the fighting skills. She could beat men twice her size under five minutes. Although, it was very hard to stop her without help. Either way, it was best if most of the agents didn’t know she was an experimental sleeper agent. The training, it seemed, went much too well. She only really responded to one person.

Scott Nightland. But that was only because he seemed the safest to ‘leash’ her too. As a child, she had lived a rather interesting life. Kai had worked for the big baddies and barely survived on the streets by mugging and pickpocketing from those around her. She never received a formal education, but managed to get a GED at the age of sixteen before barely able going to college. It was then, she had been discovered by a CIA member who was going under cover. It was by pure accident. The only reason the agent noticed her was because she had been parkouring because she had been late to chemistry.

This was something she had picked up when one criminal decided to take her under his wing. He taught her how to scale walls, jump from roof to roof and even use the surroundings around her. She’s completely blind in her left eye from a fight she lost on the streets.

Now, nearly five years later, she was a fully trained sleeper agent. She will become activated at the word of Scott, but she is unable to retain her own outgoing personality. The training had been difficult but had made her body stronger. And when she is finally activated, she would be very hard to stop. Still, that’s not to say that Kairei has a personality of a wet rag. No, the girl may not be as outgoing, but when she speaks, laughter follows her.

And it was there, on the plane that she perched on the seat, waiting for everyone else to come. She had been there early, unable to sleep or eat. Her eyes flicked over to the man who entered. Scott. While she didn’t smile, she visibly relaxed. Whether he noticed her or not, she didn’t mind. Leaning forward, her small body looked ready jump across the table. The girl wore a black turtle next top, but had on black shorts and currently no shoes or socks. In fact, if Kai had her way, she’d never wear shoes.

“Doko e?”Putting both hands on the table, she straightened them as far as she could, and tilted her head. “Where are we going?” she hadn’t been told much, only that she should go to the plane.




OOC;; I apologize for such a delayed post.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Scott's gaze went from surveying the cabin to the movement that caught his eye. The female that came aboard was very professional looking. What Scott guessed, she was some sort of secretary that the bureau sent to do the paper handling for the big cheese that was to debrief them. A small chuckle escaped his when she took a seat and flipped open her lap top and began to work, more than likely she was compiling all of their files for view. His attention stayed upon her for only a few minutes more before another female entered this one was of the orient and had a more streetwise demeanor about her.

A raised eyebrow came about Scott’s face as the young Asian stretched across the table with her hands and asked where they were going. “Well, First off, My name is Col. Nightland with the CIA. May I ask what your name is?” looking upon the Asian with a quizzical look, for she seemed familiar to him but her identity escaped him. His gaze diverted back to the skirt and her lap top. “And you?” he didn’t wait for an answer before leaning back into his seat.

He had this feeling that this was going to be one of those mission where it was going to be total hell dealing with the uppers and that everything was going to have to be done by the ones in the field. Most of these missions types were welcomed by Scott but something didn’t add up on this one. For here are these people tossed together and not given the time to do a little fact finding. He let out a heavy sigh as he returned his look upon the two ladies and waited for an introduction from them..

 

[Fiana]

Kairei lifted her eyebrow. She fell back on her seat, reaching under the table to pull out her file. On the cover was nothing but doobles. She pulled out her file, taking a black sharpie and added three letters in fron to Scott's name. Col. She liked her files to be perfect- even if she wasn't allowed to type them up. She then put it under the desk. "I'm Kairei, from the CIA," she replied, almost falling out of her chair when she attempted to cross her legs. Her eyes dragged themselves to the other woman, when she flashed the other a smile. She stretched her arms out, acting like a child whose attention could not focus for one second.

She never met the woman, but she did meet Scott on several occasions. Well, the truth of the matter was, she met him while she was in training. She looked completely different back then. She moved her hand to the back of her neck, where she had gotten a barcode tattoo. While it didn't actually work (she hoped not) it was funny if one knew her profession. "Whatever your orders are, I shall carry them out."

Unless the order was stupid.

But there was no need to point that out. The twenty five year old continued to move on the seat, her legs kicking over the arm rest. The Japanese got up, went to her seat, dragging a bag that looked much to heavy for her. She put it next to her, opened it and pulled out a few more files. While they weren't heavy on information, they were notes that others had given her to ensure she understand what was her role. Whatever it was. She quickly looked through them, pulling out files that had Scott's name on them.

The others went back into the bag, where all her supplies were held. She quickly opened the Scott files and took out another sharpie - a bright yellow - and began to mark things in. "Ano, why are we here?" Clearly, she hadn't been briefed as well as the others. Her ex agent had told her Scott was supposed to take care of that. She wasn't exactly sure, so, she had gotten the Scott labeled files with the brief she was supposed to get.

Hopefully, none would realize what her actual description was.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Name: Maxamillion Dallas McWilliams
Age:38
Agency:Syn, Brotherhood of the Knife
Rank: Enforcer

AKA: (Interpole) Mad Max McWilly
Bahama police: Max the knife
Australia: Max McDeath
U.S. FBI:switchblade Charlie
Spain: Cuchillo largo
Russia: Ночная робота
Germany: Knight of the Knife


Max layed back in the hot tub and let the heat pulse around his body. The Russian Ruby is cool and oh so smooth to drink. He closes his eyes and thinks back at the face banging around inside the industrial drier. The Turkish police will have to come up with a new name for him, maybe Washing Machine Charlie. Max smiled at that one. He takes another drink of his RR.

His Brazilian doctor has told him to watch his liquor intake and not to stay in the hot tub more then 20 minutes. So after 30 minutes in the hot tub and four hits of vodka. He guesses that is more then enough for one day. He stands and climbs out of the tub and walks over to where his towel hangs on a hook. He dries himself off and walks to the sliding glass door and opens it.

The air conditioning gives him a chill. He dries off more and changes out of his bathing suit to a white polo shirt, Bermuda shorts and brown deck shoes. On his night stand he sees his cell phone blinking. He walks over to it and looks at the number. He curses lightly. He picks up the phone and speed dials a number.

"This better be good, I'm on vacation!" he says into the cell.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Max

“Well Max vacation is over.” Came the sharp voice of Viper, the tone was one of those bitchy in a bitch moods, “We have a job to do unless you wish to tell Black Widow that your not available.” a small silence comes over the phone before she continues. “Hmmm that might be interesting to see.” a hard chuckle follows. “Anyway, get your dick dressed and get your ass over to the pit. Angel is there already and she is not in a very good mood. She will be your sidekick on this one and I don’t want to hear any bullshit about you work alone.” she pauses and the sound of keys being punched on a keyboard. “Damit!” came a sharp response to an unwanted event. “We have several problems arising. Black Widow now wants several of our sleepers brought out. Shit.. Anyway Max, you and Angel are to find and terminate Trancer he has gone rogue and has several vital cd’s that we want back. The last place he was seen was in LA a dive called the Z zone, your kind of club, now Angel will have his files momentarily and more than likely have a plan of action if not then work with her and come up with one. OH and Max this take out is to be low keyed and not a nickname hit understand!” Viper’s voice fades away as if she is talking to someone else then the phone goes dead.

 

[sensual_woman]

Emily looked up from her laptop realizing his eyes were riveted on her after hearing his say "and you?" She felt like remaining in her seat to acknowledge him but the back injury she sustained at the academy was beginning to act up. Ohhh what she would do for back massage right about now.

She stood up to greet the handsome gentleman. Realizing her skirt had ridden up while she was seated Emily quickly covered her exposed thighs, much to her embarrassment.

Stepping around the conference table that separated then she walked over and extended her hand..."Colonel Nightland I am Senior Special Agent in Charge Emily Rich with the FBI". Emily felt the firm grip in his hand as they both exchanged glances at one another. The grip on her hand seemed to last a bit longer than is customary but finally he released his grip. Emily was about to extend her hand to the beautiful young asian woman but her eyes were distant as in leave me the fuck alone. Emily simply nodded her head towards her acknowledging her presence.

Emily returned to her seat trying not to stare to long at the young woman. Something that was not in her FBI dossier was her appetite for both men and women. She discovered her true sexuality during her college years living on campus at George Town University. Her roommate, who also happened to be asian eventually took Emily into her bed and into her heart. The sight of this woman on the plane brought back fond memories of the four years she spent with Kiana. With a smile broadening across her face she diverted her eyes back to her laptop. She was searching the FBI data base for all the intel on SYN.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Tracer

Max places the cell on the night stand and flops on the bed. He looks up at the ceiling starting to think.'Tracer in LA, now that is a picture. Oh shit LA! I got to check which passport would be best.'

The house phone rings. Max picks it up "Si?"

The vioce at the other end speaks in heavy accented English. " Ah, Mr. Dallas, so gladf I caught you in. Ah, there is a Mr. Bugalli here to see you, shall I send him to your room?"

Max looked at the phone for a second. "No, tell Mr. Bugalli I will meet him out front in a few minutes. Max replaces the phone and looks at his suitcase.

'I hate to go to meeting without packing some heat.' he thinks. 'Still the Italian police have been good to me, so best not rock the boat.' He walks out of his room and down the hall to the lobby, then out the front door. Bungalli is in an Italian suit more then likely from Florance.

" Ah, Bruno!"Max greets him. Bungalli turns around and smiles. " Oh Mr. Dallas, I got something special for you tonight, I met this girl from Pisa and she has a freind from Malan..."Max waves him off.

"Bruno I need a plane, tonight I need to be flying West to America, I need a quiet place to land where the federal police will not pick me up. No commercial flights. Understand!"

"I can get you to Canada, if you still have that Russian passport."Bruno state flatly, rather disappointed that he would be not hooking Max up with to lovely Interpole agents. They had promised him $50,000 to deliver Max to them.

Max nods "The Aeroflot flight from Minsk to Toronto. Yes I heard it had engine trouble. Funny it landed in Rome and not some where in Germany.

Bruno looked down at the ground"Nothing funny about it, they were carrying $2 million in hot stones, that I will be cooling off for them. They owe me a favor, getting you and the flight will be no problem!"

Max smiles at Bruno" You have a good time with Sona and Franchesca, tell them next time put the $50, 000 in a Caman account and I will turn myself in, nice try my friend!"

 

[Elvenoff1]

Scott turned his attention to the wild Japanese girl whom introduced herself as Kairei. His brow raised when she almost fell out of the seat. His mind drifted momentary for he knew the name but the person that was in front of him didn’t look like anyone he had dealings with before. Stumped, he continued to watch and listened to Kairei as he continued to search his memories of past acquaintances.

"Whatever your orders are, I shall carry them out."

Scott shook his head in understanding, but continued to question himself on this one’s identity. He shifted his weight so that he could see both ladies at the same time. His brow rose again when Kairei began to act as if she was some eight year old getting bored on a long family car drive. Chuckling to himself, he continued to watch her enjoying the diversion she was creating. It was far more entertaining than watching the walls of the plane.

His eyes shifted from Kairei to the blonde agent as she stood up. His eyes followed her hands as they quickly readjusted her skirt. Scott’s gaze followed her around the table to where she stood in front of him. Standing quickly he took her hand into his as she introduced herself to him. “It’s nice to meet you Special Agent Rich.” Her hand was soft in his as he continued to hold the grip. His eyes kept their gaze with hers. “Oh. Sorry” he exclaimed releasing his grip oh hers. With a nod he returned to hi seat and watched the agent walk back over to her seat and instantly resumed her work on the laptop.

Scott’s gaze followed the bouncy agent from her seat to a bag that she began to drag, it looked as if it was twice her size. He got confused when she began to remove files from it. “Do you not believe in CD’s and portable computers for information storing.” He asked with a questionable tone of voice. He moved on not waiting for an answer for she asked a question herself, one that was more important. Why were we here?

“I can only assume we are here to be briefed on what is going on and how this multi-agency thing is going to work.” he ventured a guess for that was the only thing that would make sense. He returned his gaze to Emily, his eyes feeling her up. He was a sucker when it came to athletic blond hair women and even the orient looked extremely well.

“So, anybody want a drink?” he asked to break the now growing silence….

 

[sensual_woman]

Emily, trying to maintain her professionalism giggled inwardly at the antics of the Asian woman named Kairei. Emily already was beginning to like and admire her spunk and refreshing energy. Maybe this assignment will be more fun and entertaining than she originally thought. However, Emily knew that business needed to come before pleasure.

Col. Nightland's hand shake was quite firm. Emily detected the roughness of his skin did not indicate he was a desk bound operator. EMily quickly came to the conclusion that Col. Nightland preferred field work as opposed to the comforts of a desk in D.C. Her analysis of the Col was that he was a daring individual and a risk taker. He would stop at nothing to accomplish the mission he was given. His handshake also revealed that he controlled those around him. He was also an astute observer as witnessed by his longer than usual eye contact. He will not rest until he knows the truth about whom he is dealing with.

Emily, also an astute observer realizes that the Col is a bit of a ladies man. More than once during their short introduction she watched his eyes gazing down at the exposed cleavage of her breasts. Emily certainly enjoyed the attention as she felt her heart rate pick up as his gaze put a smile on his face.

Returning to her seat she watched as the encrypted files began arriving on her laptop.

"Col. Nightland I have files marked for your eyes only. I will be transferring them to your secure network momentarily"

Emily saw Kairei watching her as she spoke. Emily gave her a warm smil ein return.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Scott has been around he block many times and has received his share of slaps by irate woman. His gazing and sizing them up seemed to upset many of them, however this agent was different she caught him a few times taking a glance and admiring what he saw, the only difference was she didn’t take offense. Instead he believed she enjoyed him looking at her.

When the agent spoke about encrypted files coming in for him he spoke up quickly, “If you don’t mind I will just read them there on your laptop. No need to increase the risk of this information getting cyber jacked by sending it over the network again.” although he had another reason for doing this, he wanted to test his perception of this gorgeous agent.

Standing up and walking over to the seat next to her, he leaned over to look at the screen, his other hand moving to the of the laptop’s bottom as if to stable it. Once there he placed his thump on the bottom of the laptop while his other fingers rubbed over the agent's leg.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Max

The Aeroflot freight flight is uneventfull and the landing into Toronto is perfect. Max exits the plane and walks down the stairway and is greeted by two customs agents. He follows them to a small office. One looks at his passport.
"Will you be staying in Canada long Mr. Azov?"

Max smiles "No, this is a lay over fer me tonight I have a room reserved at the Fairfield Inn here near the airport. Then I'm off to Tokio. As you can see I'm a service inspector with Aeroflot." The customs man looks through the the used Passport book. There are many stamps from across the globe. I see you were in the Bahamas, I didn't know that Areoflot flew to Nassua."

Max smiles "It doesn't yet, as you can see I flew into New York, it was ai cold as Moscow that night, so I flew on a Jet Blue flight to Orlando then to Nassau."
The second man noded and says" Enjoy your night in Toronto Mr. Avoz." Max smiles and leaves the customs room and collects his bag outside on the crew luggage rack. A customs man looks at his luggage ticket and waves as he walks away. After a few minutes he waves down a shuttle bus and tells the driver to take him to the Fairfield Inn.

 

[sensual_woman]

“If you don’t mind I will just read them there on your laptop. No need to increase the risk of this information getting cyber jacked by sending it over the network again.”

Emily smirked inwardly at Col. Nightland's suggestion that her files could be compromised. He really needs to jump into the 21 century Emily thought. The CIA and FBI ran a join encryption program that was scanned at least once every 10 seconds. Any hint at an intrusion would cause the file to automatically erase. Certainly the Colonel read the memo about this. Emily just smiled as his eyes went from the laptop to her chest and back. Emily just sighed and sat back in her chair waiting for him to come around the desk.

Emily glanced up as his face got closer than necessary to the laptop. The aroma of his cologne alerting all her "manly man" senses. Her body spasmed into tenseness as his fingers came into direct contact with her bare legs while clicking through the files. He made no movement to pull away, nor did Emily. She wondered if he felt her leg pushing against his fingers in a slow rythmic motion.

Emily, smiling looked around the cabin and caught the eye of Kairei. She was oblivious to where the Colonel's fingers were resting. She was more engrossed with checking out the amenities offered on the private jet. At least Emily got a smile in return, warming her heart that much more.

"Oh God Emily, please, please, please don't mix business with pleasure again", she signed silently to herself.

 

[Fiana]

私は彼のペットをしています。 Kairei

Kairei was completely oblivious the situation around her, her eyes focused on the coloring book in front of her. Where she got the crayons and book… well, many had dubbed her backpack magical. There seemed to be everything in there. Or at least, she was ready for most situations. She paused mid stroked, and sighed. She wanted to check out the whole plane, look under every sit, but she was told no. In huge caps. Anyway, Emily was alright so far, even very pretty. She didn’t want to get off on a bad foot. Sighing in her seat, she fell back and looked up at the low ceiling. “I dislike the fact I’m not allowed to play on the plane,” she said, more to herself than anyone else.

She watched the interaction between the two, tilting her head. Kai wasn’t one to be… well, knowledgeable about social interactions. In fact, it was amazing the girl could survive in social situations. She usually stated what was on her mind, unable to tell a lie unless ordered too. Stretching her arms up, she crossed her legs and continued to color in her coloring book. She found it hard to stay in the lines, and soon became a little frustrated. Only around Scott would the young woman act like this. Take him away, and she’d become a doll.
Not that she’d notice, anyway.

Looking up, she pushed her coloring book toward Emily. “Can you help me please, pretty lady?

Said coloring book, was not a coloring book, but what looked to be maps in which she was apparently marking territory. Whether they were up to date or not, was up to the two agents. Kai just felt like coloring… and her coloring book always seemed to have different pages when she opened it up. Besides, she was under strict orders this time to color as much as she could. “I don’t know what color this should be…”

The young sleeper agent’s mind wandered away as she looked around herself once more, kicking her feet from under the table and having her legs draped over the armrest and she moved her head down, her eyes scanning, then locking on to a hand on a thigh. “Ano, the hand doesn’t match the thigh!” she commented, her body starting to slip. “What kind of game is that?”

 

[Elvenoff1]

Scott felt the leg being pressed back against his fingers indicating that the young agent here was willing to get a little better acquainted. His feelings instantly change when this occurred. He was slightly caught off guard by this sudden turn off. His mind drifted to the mission and whom they were going up against. Yeah he knew about SYN and some of their personal, but of course this was all unreported for personal reason. They were people you didn’t want to give a weak link too, for they would exploit it at the very first chance they could. Then the second thought, they were in different agencies with unfamiliar eyes watching them that could prove detrimental to all of them.

“Sorry, I’m out of bounds here.” his voice turning back to being a professional. “Please pump those files into my pc.” he remarked as he made his way back around the table to resume his place. He looked over to Kairei briefly when she began to speak to Emily before returning his attention to his portable. Picking it up and opening it he slowly began to read the files that she transferred over to him.

After several moments he returned from his file reading and resumed his attention to the two ladies, feeling somewhat lost on their conversation due to his in depth reading of the files. “When you ladies are ready I can give you a limited briefing on what is going on… His gaze fell to them both…

 

[sensual_woman]

Emily felt like the wind had been knocked out of her when Col. Nightland abruptly broke their physical connection. His fingers were beginning to squeeze her burning flesh as he slowly inched up her inner thigh. Emily discreetly repositioned herself in her seat allowing her skirt to ride even further, giving the Colonel easier access were he to advance his exploring. She smiled at him as he withdrew to his laptop. Quickly Emily searched her data base for an appropriate graphic to send him, announcing her feelings on his departure. "Ahh there it is" she smiled to herself. She clicked and dragged the graphic into a sub folder titled "UPDATES". Her finger mashed down on the send key and the graphic of the yellow smiley face with the protruding middle finger reached his laptop with the distinctive "ping ping" sound...good, he's looking at it right now I bet.

Emily's brooding eased as Kairei slid into the seat next to her. Her shiny tanned legs draped over the arm rest. Emily could not help but notice that her legs were smooth as silk, and wondered if another strategic location was similarly as smooth.

“Can you help me please, pretty lady?", Kairei's comment caught Emily by surprise. The pretty lady part revealing to Emily that Kairei had indeed noticed her. She knew this young oriental woman was here because of her skills and accomplishments, but her child like comment was...well unique. Emily instantly became more interested in what this young woman had to offer.

"Please Kairei call me Emily". Reluctantly, Emily stopped gazing into her eyes and focused on the map she was being shown. She studied the detailed map, sectioned off with different colored highlighters, defining the borders of each sector more clearly. Emily brought up another folder on her computer marked "MAPS". She studied what Kairei had with what the agency sent her a couple of hours ago. A perfect match. Kairei must have a photographic memory to have remembered all the details of the region during her recon mission. Alternately she studies the map before her and the petite figure of Kairei. Emily's heart began beating faster until the silence was broken...

“When you ladies are ready I can give you a limited briefing on what is going on" Glancing up,Emily saw that the colonel's eyes were riveted on her and Kairei. Emily sat back in her chair, allowing her mind to refocus on the mission and her heart beat to return to normal.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Max

Max climbed down from the shuttle bus and leaves a small tip in the tip jar. "Thanks" he says. He walks into the lobby and heads to the check in desk. "You have a reservation for Azov?" Max askes. The clerk checks the computer and smiles. "Yes sir and your payed up for three days. Yor room is 254. Max smiles"Thank you, I will be in and out for a few days. Please ask house keeping to not clean my room. I may be sleeping at odd hours." The clerk made a note to not clean room 254.

Max went up the stairs rather then use the elevator. He found his room and put his bags in it. Took out change of clothes took a quick shower and changed into a workman uniform. He leaves the room goes down the hall to the the back stairs. He hails a cab. "Down town Avis center please my damn car broke down!" In a few minutes he was down town Toronto and in the Avis renta car office.

Hi I need a car, my chevy blow a gasket on the parkway and I need a car just for a dew days till it is fixed...can I pay with Master Card, here is my card and New York license.

"That not a problem Mr. Holzen we get a lot of American over here!" Max smiles."Yeah I figure you might."

 

[Fiana]

The sleeper agent watched as Pretty Lady Emily looked over her coloring. She watched between the computer answers and her own. Well, they were identical. As it should be, after all, she had been coloring in maps. Boss told her too. And so, she did.

Kairei giggled softly, stretching her arms out. “Otay!” she replied, sitting cross legged on the chair. “I just want to get on with this! I’m missing my favorite show.” And believe it or not, it was Rugrats- not the all grown up one, but when they were tiny babies. Chuckie was her particular favorite. There was something about this red hair and glasses that she found adorable. Putting her hands in her lap, the black haired girl stared intently at Scott, as if he was a teacher and she was the student. Her black eyes appeared to flash for a moment. Now, everything her agent said, it would be remembered. Why? It was what she was ‘programmed’ to do.

“Do you have another coloring book for me?” she asked holding her hand out to him. In a way, Kairei wanted to be as helpful as possible, the young Japanese appearing eager to be as useful as possible. Still, she wondered if he remembered who she was and what she did. Surely he had been told before he went on the mission. If not, well, that wasn’t a problem until he uttered her trigger phrase. Which… she didn’t know. Oh well, she decided it would be a problem for later. Or in her backpack.

She’d just go snooping for it later.

 

[Elvenoff1]

With regret, I resign from this thread.

 

[sensual_woman]

OOC - wow. I am sorry to hear that, since you created the thread. It could have really developed into something great.

Let me know if you ever want to create a new thread with me.

Take care,
Emily

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Now what?

Do we sink it or run with it?

 

[Fiana]

OOc- I... I don't know... but I'll follow the decision.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

occ

There are a couple things we can do.

1) recruit a new player

2) do a spin off

3) continue as an open thread

4) start a whole new thread together

just some ideas...